the minute

“I am always fighting for the
minute,” I tell my wife.
then she begins telling me
how untrue this is.
wives have a way of not
believing what their husbands
tell them.

the minute is a very sacred
thing.
I have fought for it since my
childhood.
I continue to fight for it.
I have never been bored or
at a loss at what to do.
even when I do nothing,
it is an enjoyment.

that people must go to
amusement parks or movies
or sit in front of tv sets
or work crossword puzzles
or go to picnics
or visit relatives
or travel
or do most of the things
they do
is beyond me.
they mutilate minutes,
hours,
lifetimes.
they have no idea of the
preciousness of a
minute.

I fight to realize the essence
of time.
this doesn’t mean that
I can’t relax and relent within
it.
but it must be at my behest
my choosing.

to fight for the minute is to
fight for what is good within
yourself,
so your life and your death
will not be like
theirs.

be not like them
and you will
arrive.

reverse their
doings, their
teachings.

minute by
minute.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1991
Source
Original manuscript